Carried Away

Lets Talk

Kaylie sneaks me a grin and introduces us. 

I'm vaguely aware that I'm supposed to be thinking of something to do tonight but the only thing I want to do is Sawyer.

Maybe I should get to know him first. We should go get dinner. No parties tonight. We need to talk.

"Lets go to Franks. I don't really wanna party anymore." Kaylie lifts her eyebrow in confusion. She knows how much I love to party, but thankfully doesn't say anything. Sawyer on the other hand agrees. He didn't want to party in the first place, Kaylie had to beg  him to go. 

On the walk to Franks Kaylie and Sawyer talk about their high school and friends. I'm not listening to the actual conversation I'm more concerned with the deep rumble of Josh's voice.

"What about you Summer?"Goodness gracious.Please say my name again. 

"Um No one from my school came here." I stutter I'm pretty sure he asked about my friends.

"Cool that's pretty brave. I'd be terrified to come to a new place and not know anyone." 

"I couldn't imagine anything would terrify you." His hazel eyes squint at my comment. He's probably wondering why I would say that. Shit why would I say that?

He probably thinks I'm crazy. Being around him is making me kind of crazy. 

Note to self: keep all weird comments to yourself. 

Once we finish eating Kaylie decides to ditch us. She's going to see Ben. According to Sawyer they have an on and off relationship. They're off right now but Kaylie is hoping to change that tonight. 

This is going to be one awkward walk back to the dorms.

"So what's your major?" Great. Here goes this conversation again. I've lost count on how many people have asked me my major, hometown and what year I'm in. I inwardly groan. It would be rude not to answer him.

"Psych. You?"

"Science."

"Just science?" I snort

"Basically yes I major in four different sciences." Wow who majors in four different sciences? 

"You like science?" I know people like science but I just don't understand. I hate science, besides psychology because psych is pretty cool. 

"You don't?" He counters. Nope not one bit but how do I tell him that without sounding mean or dumb. Most people don't like science because they don't get it. I don't like science because I find it boring.

I can't seem to find an easy way to say it so I take the honest route. Honesty is the best policy after all.

"Nope not at all." Oh my! Even his chuckle is sexy. 

"Whats your favorite subject then?"

"English." I answer automatically. 

" I hate English." He states factually.

How can anyone hate English? That's like hating puppies. 

Maybe I should rethink this. The love of my life is supposed to love English. Wait he's not the love of my life. He's just a random hot guy.

"You hate English?"I ask just to clarify. Maybe I heard him wrong.

"Does that  surprise you?" I can't be sure but it seems like he's enjoying this.

"No. Not everyone likes English." That may be the biggest lie I have ever told.

"Your lying."  How'd he know that? Why do I feel like he just found out that I've murdered someone? Why am I now having a police fantasy where he's handcuffing me to a bed? Better yet why am I enjoying the thought of him handcuffing me to a bed?